I turned left at La Concha beach, while Rachael headed right towards Playa de Zurriola, which is the surf beach across the river.
The beaches are spectacular, overlooked by imperial hotels and apartments, all very French Riviera like, combined with beachside pavilions housing bars, restaurants and the best positioned gym in Spain.
Sunday morning saw the promenades packed with people walking or running off the previous nights indulgence!
La Concha is by far the larger, sweeping around a small bay with the Isle Santa Clara plonked in the middle. Plenty of yachts complete the scene of relaxed opulence, bobbing on the gentle swell drifting in from the Bay of Biscayne.
Forty minutes later we meet back at the start…and our day commences.
With breakfast! At another great patisserie, packed to the gills on a late Sunday morning.
We headed towards the surf beach to check it out and came across what we thought was some kind of cultural event on the bridge. Spanning both sides of the river, plus three bridges were a massed crowd all decked out in logo inspired t-shirts, holding banners that swept along the boulevard.
During the Franco years after the civil war, the Basque people were persecuted, their language outlawed, and summarily punishment handed out for those that supported the rebel forces opposed to Franco’s fascist regime.
Off to beach at last, not much in the way of surf but plenty in the way of shapes and sizes…unfortunately barely covered! After our commitment to all things pinxtos I kept my shirt on.
How to recover….a beer and pinxtos?
Tricky business getting to the water with frisbee’s flying, and footballs whizzing everywhere.
Hard to duck after all our pinxtos action!!
The water was beautiful, a refreshing break in our hectic, gruelling schedule of eating and drinking!
A small siesta back at the hotel, then across the road for a beer while the blog is updated. Got to keep hydrated!
We actually gave food and grog a break for awhile and walked up the hill to the old castle, Monte Urgull mendia.
Unlike last night when it was packed solid, tonight it’s much calmer, plenty of room to squeeze into a bar for another pinxtos and wine.
The sign of a good bar is the amount of tissue on the floor, ‘coz when you finish eating you just drop them to be cleaned up at the end of the night.
Now it may seem like we’ve been on the grog all day, and in reality we probably have, but it’s well spaced out, the glasses (except the G&T) are small and the wine lower in alcohol than we are used to back home.
But hey, never let the facts get in the way of the story!!
We finished off the night at another bar, had a Negroni on the steps under the Eglise Santa Maria Church, and called it quits!
Long, fruitful day.